Jane: So, is she telling the truth?
Kristina: I'm not sure. The spirit is deeply conflicted. I can't get a clear reading.
Jane: What are you using, dial-up?

Jane: Tamzin, the goddess may give you solace and hope and meaning in your life. But she can't protect you from those policemen out there.

Jane: Tell me, of the men on this search party, which one would you guess is a violent sexual predator?
Sheriff Nelson: What kind of question is--
Jane: [Interrupting] Who's name just popped into your head? Someone's did. There's always someone.
Sheriff Nelson: This is your method? Asking people to guess who done it? Strange kind of detective work you guys do.

Jane: Thanks for your time, Mr. Battaglia. See you later.
Sonny Battaglia: Hey, wait a minute. I'm not finished talking with you yet.
Jane: I'm finished talking with you.
Sonny Battaglia: What are you, Al Pacino all of a sudden? People don't act that way with me.
Jane: I do when there's witnesses around.
Sonny Battaglia: What are we gonna do with this guy? He's got a screw loose.
Jane: You think you have a certain charm about you, and you do, but you live by oppression. In reality you're just a greedy, twisted little sadist.
Sonny Battaglia: Hey, screw you blondie. You're lucky you helped me beat Arnold Palmer here or I'd plug you right now. To hell with the witnesses.
[Jane just waves at him]

Jane: That urge you have to get one over on people, the need to be smarter than the next guy? It'll keep biting you on the ass.
Brooke Harper: So my butt'll hurt occasionally. I'll still be smarter than the next guy.

Jane: The law's the law. My desire for revenge doesn't outweigh the rules. I have to accept that.
Minelli: I'm glad you understand.
Jane: Thanks for your time.
[Jane exits]
Minelli: He's lying through his teeth, isn't he?
Lisbon: Yes.

Jane: The widow's not a true blonde. She's naturally dark.
Lisbon: And what?
Jane: And her hair's colored and styled to look like Sophie, only younger. She was a brunette when I knew her.
Lisbon: So Nelson was a control freak like you said.
Jane: A control freak with a serious thing for getting his women to dye their hair blonde.
Lisbon: Kerry Sheenan has roots.
Jane: Yes, she does.
Lisbon: Sheenan and Alex Nelson were having an affair.
Jane: Bravo!

Jane: There's something on this side of the room you don't want us to find. What is that?
Natalie: Nothing. There's nothing.
Jane: Look me in the eye and say that.
Natalie: Whatever. Search all you want.
Jane: Nah. Too much stuff. Not very tidy. Good in bed, I expect, yeah? Messy women make good lovers.

Jane: They should wait 10 minutes, then go in.
Lisbon: Why wait?
Jane: Let the plot develop, let the fruit ripen, let the yeast rise, etcetera.

Jane: This blind thing really works. Without my vision, I can tune into my other senses much more clearly.
Lisbon: That's great. Let me go make you a superhero costume. What do you want to be called?
[Jane puts his hand on her shoulder, and feels up the side of her neck]
Lisbon: What are you doing?
Jane: I wanna know what your face feels like when you're smiling.

Jane: This impact label was marking his shots. And in this particular case the 'X' doesn't mark the spot. His shots were are more to the front of the club.
Lisbon: What does that mean?
Jane: Well it means he was...
La Roche interrupts

Jane: This is beautiful. [places the crown on Lisbon's head]

Jane: This is God! What is it now?
Lisbon: You scared the life out of me.
Jane: I crawled all the way on my hands in these from that door, but was worth it.
Lisbon: What are you doing here?
Jane: It's good to see you! How have you been?
Lisbon: Worried sick, that's how I've been! And then you pop in here like you're some sort of a lunatic playing games and asking me how I've been?!
Jane: Just-
Lisbon: Shame on you.
Jane: Just stay calm, ok? It's important no one sees us together.
Lisbon: Why not?
Jane: I'm faking my breakdown. It's a boost to trap Red John.
Lisbon: You son of a bitch! You. Son. Of a bitch!
Jane: Ok, we are in a church.

Jane: Wait. I think we should wait.
Lisbon: What for? What could possibly happen?
Jane: I have no idea, but it's a pleasant spot, and I have sandwiches.

Jane: Was it worth it?
Max Winter: Was what worth it?
Jane: The man that killed your wife no longer exists. The time you took pursuing him, the pain, the sacrifice, was it worth it?
Max Winter: Yes, it was.
Jane: Thank you.